Last updated [Jan 25, 2013]

 

Perseverance

There is ONE GOAL,

      Only the highest ONE,

          You are ONE with it,

              You are FULL WITH IT.

 

There is no looking back….

     There is only ONE WAY to go…

         Everything else is a MIRAGE…

             Everything else is ONLY a TRANSITORY PASS…

 

There is JOY everywhere in the PATH,

    There is happiness inside and all around…

        There is life in every step you take….

            There is a tingle in every creative venture…

 

Every footprint in the sand of time,

    Reinforces your belief in yourself,

       Every little push that expands your shell,

           Strengthens the muscles that shape the burgeoning tree inside you…

 

Every little urge to expand the horizons,

     Takes you on a journey beyond the closed walls,

          Every little urge to FILL THE CUP,

             Takes you one step closer to yourself.

 

Every instinct to redefine YOUR PERSPECTIVE,

       Takes you higher up the ladder of TRUTH,

           Every instinct to EXPAND a multi-dimensional strand,

              Takes you closer to YOUR ARTISTIC SELF.

 

I am here!

  I was here!

    I will still be here!

      I am the SUN!

 

-K.K

 

How many?

How many battles have you won with your own sword?

How many battles have you won by dropping your sword?

How many battles have you won by riding free?

-K.K

 

 

Heads

If two people think differently, there is friction and creation.

If three people think differently, we have a brainstorming session.

If ten people think DIFFERENTLY, there will be CHAOS.

If ten people think ALIKE, there will be CHAOS.

 

-K.K

 

The Circle

As the intellect carves its way through

thick sheaths of conditioning ....

Creating perforations and caverns in the dense mass,

That envelops the light inside,

We begin to realize that we have embarked on a fine journey,

            To witness the TRUTH within.

 

The seemingly endless twists and turns,

            Often leaves us groping in the dark ....

Is there an end to this journey?,  OR,

            Is this only the beginning?

 

Where do we stand in this GRAND MAZE,

            Chipped by our very own mind?

Is this a figment of our own imagination,

            increasing in complexity with every tiny strand

                        ..of thought that flies by?

We are forced to wonder….

            Are we stepping away from the TRUTH?

 

And there is a moment's pause ....

            The mind remains STILL ....

If almost seems, as if ....

            The GREAT PERSISTENT ONE has decided ....

To give up the SEARCH.

 

ALL those years of intense reasoning, driven,

            Only to come closer to the TRUTH ....

                        Have this moment collapsed to nothingness.

There are no VEILS ....

            The MIND is as LIGHT as a FEATHER ...

 

HE is reminded once again,

            THAT,

                        HE is exactly where HE had STARTED.

-K.K

 

The Spiral

The mind expands and we immediately cease to exist,

           As we open our eyes to the WONDER that is Nature,

There is so much to learn and so many empty glasses to fill,

          We forget for a moment that we are FULL.

A humble beginning to a new experience ....

 

As we roll back from the world around us,

          Retracting to the beautiful enclave,

Once again bearing witness to the familiar warmth within,

         We realize the world inside is INFINITE,

Self-contained and brilliant,

        And the one outside just INFINITESIMAL ....

-K.K

 

Duality

Can there be......

Creation without friction ?
Friction without conflict ?
Conflict without lateral views ?
Lateral views without independence ?
Independence without freedom of thought ?
Freedom without constraints ?
Constraints without structure ?
Structure without coherence ?
Coherence without synergy ?
Synergy without inter-dependence ?
Inter-dependence without mutual respect ?
Respect without love ?
Love without freedom ?
Freedom without love ?

-K.K

 

The idealist and the pragmatist

As the idealist drifted into oblivion,

                Shifting from one theory to another....

                                In desperate search for an answer,

                                                Inevitably to acquire an abstraction of the UNIVERSAL truth...

 

The Pragmatist watched....

 

He picked up an axe,

                Chopped a few branches,

                                From the TREE of theories,

                                                And built a tiny LADDER....

 "All of us can use it somewhere", he said....

 

-K.K

 

Timeless

As we pivot into the sands of time,

            Hoping to snap at the starkness of reality...

 

We find ourselves trapped in little compartments,

            Embroiled in the cushions of time...

 

Weeping to shake hands with the soul across the border,

            And dying to invite the little child scratching the walls...

 

Will there be a day when these boundaries dissolve,

            Unifying different parts of ourselves...

 

Into a flowing river devoid of singularities,

            Pure and free,

                        Without a beginning or end...

 

-K.K

 

The Passing Breeze

She carries away many cries of despair,

            With her silken touch that awakens lost souls.

 

With tender echoes of love she departs,

            Selflessly, to touch another.

 

Life is too short she says,

            And I have many places to go.

 

So fresh, so pure.

            Untainted and beautiful.

 

And when she stops,

            She will exist no more.

 

-K.K

 

 

The three friends

Innocence and Uncertainty are sacred spaces,

            awaiting only those ready to fly....

 

The falling leaf brings with it,

            the scent of a new season....

 

An autumn filled with colours and texture awaits,

            the mind that is ever willing to embrace the tumultuous past,

                        and has paused in deep silence.....

 

This meditative mind is ever ready to embark,

            on a fresh journey armed with a loftier thought.

 

Ever alert, wiser and free,

With a heart of gold and integrity abound...

 

But what can be said of the majestic Tree,

            Upon which it rests before seeking other worlds.

 

Is Freedom ever meant to be an,

            Everlasting moment....

 

-K.K